Every dirt-poor farmer had dreams of one day owning their own mansion and being able to light a cigar with real money because they were so rich money ...as no longer a concern.Despite that lack of depth of character, I have to admit I admired and liked most of that crowd because they reminded me of home and my days on Wall Street when I labored in my windowless basement to make money for the “big boys” on the inside. Even the so-called “good” women from good families didn’t hesitate to bounce on. Jim held her hand firmly, and spoke softly, as if he was afraid she would suddenly run away. "It seems we are at a loss for words. How may I help make you more comfortable?" Knowing she must look frightful Beverly started to pull her hand away and laid the flowers on the table. She was acutely aware her wet hair was now dripping on the floor and her breasts were even more exposed by his lifting of her hand. Jim would not let go. Instead of releasing her hand he completely closed the space. We were all puffing, taking a moment to let the rush of battle wear off, when Calliope complained, “Oh, damn it, I’m just covered in blood!”She was drenched pretty thoroughly. Hell, the talking stranger was still writhing weakly on the floor as his neck shot little spurts of blood into the air with every failing heartbeat.Frowning and cursing, she pull her dagger free from his neck and wiped it clean on a sleeve before returning it to it’s sheath.“Well, next time, don’t go for the throat?” Voss. “Cool off baby” she cooed, feeling him jerk away, but the water warmed up soon enough, and he had to admit that the sight of her stream arcing slightly before it hit his chest turned him on, and his limp cock started to tingle. Soon enough he could only feel the shower water hitting his chest, as she soon hung the head back on the wall so the warm water hit her directly.“Clean me” she commanded.His tongue snaked between the folds of her flesh and found her puss, helped in no small way by her.